#--; tias mom is a very good woman

[archive-double-knots]

Thomasin sits at the table, picking leaves off their stems and dropping them into the waiting pot of water to soak. Looking outside, she sees the Wittebane boys helping her father with the daily chores.

"Mom?" Thomasin asks, continuing her work. "Why can't I do what Cale and Pip do?" She looks to the woman, stirring a pot above a small flame. "I can't wear pants, and I don't get to do the chores with Dad, and I can't shoot the muskets either."

"Because those are things that boys do." Felicity responds, lifting the ladle and watching as the green liquid dribbles back into the pot.

"But why just boys?" Thomasin asks, shifting so she can sit on her knees; now able to reach across the table to get the rest of the herbs. "You let me do that sorta stuff before the brothers came to live with us. And now, we even do this sorta stuff in secret too."

"That's because the Wittebanes aren't one of us." Felicity replies, her eyes glancing out the window to watch as Caleb took the axe from her husband. He was capable, and far more open minded than the others in their town. "They're one of the townsfolk, of Gravesfield. And we don't show ourselves to them. We blend in." Yes, in time, Caleb Wittebane would make a fine suitor for her daughter. He'd be someone who could fit into their world. "Remember, the townsfolk won't accept us. Won't like us. They'd chase us, hang us, burn us. They would never let us go."

Thomasin thinks this over, watching as Philip tries to take the axe from Caleb, who simply seems to hold the axe out of reach. A small sigh escaping from her lips, "Then why do we live here? Why live in Gravesfield if they don't want us here?"

Felicity blinks at this question, lifting the ladle up once again; this time catching the liquid into one of her signatural shaped vials. Ones that her husband had made for this sole purpose. As it fills into the vial, it slowly takes on a gentle glow.

The older woman walks over, placing the vial into Thomasin's hand, before crouching down low. Now, looking up into her daughter's beautiful aqua colored eyes, her own forest green eyes also appear to glow the same as the vial.

"Remember, Tommy, the fox never looks for a mouse in their den."

A sinful smirk lifts on to the woman's lips; as she presses Thomasin's hands around the vial even tighter. Thomasin's eyes begin to glow a pale blue, and the vial feels warmer than before.

"No matter the predator, it never searches its own home first." Felicity continues, "Hide in plain sight, befriend them, offer them gifts, tell them praise, and give empty words of flattery. Do whatever it takes to keep them from suspecting you. That's the only way to live."

Thomasin nods, the vial is burning against her skin. Her lips part, as if to ask a question, but instead, she closes her eyes, and feels the magic flowing out of her into the vial. Suddenly, her mother's hands leave hers. Her eyes open, and so do her hands, looking down at the vial now containing a bright blue liquid.

"If I hide in the den, will I eventually get to live as a fox? Or am I always stuck being a mouse in hiding?" Thomasin asks after a moment, looking up at the woman who returned to her pot.

"Tommy, if you manage to live in the den, you'll be something even greater." Felicity chuckles, gesturing to the window; at the Wittebane brothers.

"You'll be a mouse with two foxes bowing before you."

[tarjapearce]

Ahem-Anon here my brain doesn’t wanna rest. Saw coach miguel post and this whole effin time i had MCU‘s Tom Holland Aunt may in my head. I don’t know why.

Anyways back to the errr hot aunt. Or another hot aunt? Yeah another hot aunt. Like single!dad miguel and gabi and reader is the sister of gabis decades mom and she was always there for miguel and lil gabi. Basically raised her with miguel. She comes to every soccer game (is probably the loudest cheerleader ever and curses in spanish lol), preps snacks, helps miguel in the house, watches gabi whenever his real work or spidy-work keeps him busy, has those little spa-girl-days with gabi and simply takes care of them and gabi just loves her Tia. (yes aunt is latina thank you very much) And ohhh boy here it comes: latina!aunt always had a crush on miguel but never voiced it out and miguel slooooowwwllllllyyyyyyy like snail slowly started to fall for her over the years and he kinda realizes it after he saw latina!aunt on a date with a dude, who was a douchebag towards latina!aunt and before he can jump in to save her she kicks the mans ball because she is bad ass as well and miguel has a shocked pikachu face as realization strikes him: damn i love this woman.

So he akwardly tries to confess and it takes a while and after he did, they kept it a secret trying not to get caught by gabi cause awkward and they are kinda scared gabi would be mad and they don’t want to hurt her, because obviously Gabi is nr. 1 in their heart. ( first gabi then the world, no wrong gabi is their world)

Also a bit guilt because of gabis mom? (She cheers from the heavens for them though) Also hot make out sessions and other 👀hmm hmm sessions, because Passion. They try to be so sneaky and quiet lol .

Though gabi is so smart ass and does catch them while they make out on the couch and now: they both sit side to side totaly embarrassed while gabi sits across them, arms crossed and tells them to spill the deal (yup she is a tiny cop, they are criminals hehehe). And it’s hilariously akward because big old Miguel being commanded by a tiny angry gremlin and her tia just wants to poof into thin air. In the end they do tell her that they love each other and gabi is like: OMG FINALLY! I have been waiting for years! Can you get married like right now? I want a sibling.

Again shocked pikachu faces lol and good night. Ahem-anon out.

Nonny, Gimme your brain for a bit, please 🤭 I'll return it. Promise. I'm seriously amazed at the creativity you guys have. Whipping stuff, amazing scenarios, plot skills in MINUTES, DAMN. So much to explore and sooo much to imagine. ❤️❤️❤️. Love you guys so much :'D. Love sharing ideas with talented people.

This was scrumptiously delicious ❤️❤️❤️❤️. And soo so fun to read !!!!

[askstevella]

What did you call me? / Marvel Universe FanFic AU

Pairing: Michelle x Rochelle, Steve x Stella

Summary: With new family members coming soon, names after often being thrown around and questioned. And Stella is very persistent about the names being good ones.

Characters mentioned/included: Riley Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Thiago Strange and etc

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Rochelle was sitting on the couch wearing a green sweater that fit her growing bump as Riley sat beside her playing with her duckies. Steve was sitting on the armchair, responding to Michelle’s text messages about everyone’s lunch order.

They were watching Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella back to back together.

That’s when Natasha raced down the stairs grinning taking seat next to her daughter and in response everyone looked at her.

“Uh, mom why the smile?” Rochelle asked humorously as she smiled.

Nat grins as she said, “You guys are gonna love this! I found out why Stella is so obsessed with finding nice names for the twins.”

“Nat, relax.” Steve said in a calm tone, despite his amusement smile. “But I’m intrigued.”

“Well I talked to Thiago and a few other sources, perks of being a spy, and he said that Stella’s real name is Pepa.” Natasha exclaims grinning.

“Pepa?!” Yelled the Steve and Rochelle at the same time.

“I have a Tia Pepa?!” Shouted Riley in surprise and disbelief, smiling widely.

Steve spoke up, “Wait, wait that doesn’t make any sense! Her first name is Estella, not once have any other paperwork ever said Pepa.”

Rochelle raised an eyebrow, “How?!”

Natasha kept an amusing look on her face as she explained, “Well, yes her name is Estella but everyone called her Pepa because that was her second name. I swear she has two middle names after that one! This woman has a long full name I’ll tell you that. According to Thiago, she was teased by everyone in Kindergarten and begged for it to be changed to Stella.”

Steve’s expression seemed to soften at the explanation given as Rochelle smiled sympathetically.

“Now that makes sense to me.” Rochelle said after a brief pause.

“Yeah.” Steve added, “Explains why she wanted more Americanized names and names with meaning behind them for us kids too.”

———

That’s when Stella walked in carrying bag of tap shoes smiling. She removed them from the bag.

“Look what I found.” She said in a sweet sing song tone, before placing them on the floor for Riley.

Riley grin brightly but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes as she replied, “Thank you for finding my shoes, Tia Pepa.”

Stella ruffled her blonde curls muttering a soft, “Your welcome.”

But as Stella turned to walk away, her brain fired up actually taking in Riley’s response. The brunette blinked in disbelief as her eyes darted over in a glare to Natasha, Steve and Rochelle.

The two redheads snorted covering their mouths trying to hide their laughter, as the blonde bit back a playful grin.

She looked back at Riley briefly as her voice turned critical and suspiciously, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What did you call me?” Stella asked.

Riley smirked, “Tia Pepa. That’s your name!”

That one line for the small blonde girl caused a ripple of laughter from Natasha, Rochelle and Steve.

However Stella pointed a finger that immediately struck the three to stop laughing, even though their smile stayed clear on their faces.

“Who told you my name was Pepa?” Stella asked, her eyes narrow and her finger pointed.

“Thiago.” Natasha answered grinning.

“He’s lying.” She quipped quickly, in a snappy tone.

Rochelle snorted and grinned similar to her mother, rubbing her belly watching the scene in front of her.

Steve smirked as his voice cut in a soft warning, “Stell.”

Stella dropped her finger and out her hands in her pocket as she muttered, “Okay. It’s…Pepa.”

That cause the trio, Riley included this time, to laugh. Stella sent that a little glare.

“Pepa isn’t just a name with meaning…but it’s my great grandmother’s name.” Stella explained in mock seriousness tone, “I’ll have you know that she was a lovely woman, who grew a garden of beans for the neighborhood back in then! Everyone ate very well those years.”

“And the name of that one character in Encanto!” Rochelle added, smiling and glancing up at the brunette. “Her mood affects the weather.”

“That too. Why do you think you did a double take when i heard her name?”

Steve couldn’t help but tease his wide as he snorted, “Fits you perfectly. Why didn’t you ever tell us?”

Stella shrugged and quickly remarked glancing over at them, “There was nothing to tell.”

“Oh really? Sounds like there was.”

“Well, growing up as a child in a mixed heritage neighborhood and going to school, you can get teased for your name. Kids are mean and insensitive!..so, well, I changed it.”

Rochelle nods in agreement and smiled sympathetically, “That I would agree with. They can be mean and cruel over something as simple as your name.”

“Makes sense why you want my grandchildren names to be nice and well thought out, huh?” Natasha asked smiling kindly.

“And why you named sure our children names have a flow to them.” Steve added grinning. “Or at least sound well with a meaningful background to them.”

Stella grinned in return of their understanding of her consistent approach towards baby names and how everyone’s name shouldn’t be criticized by the public.

However she adored nicknames and being able to play around with names whenever possible. It’s one of her favorite things.

Riley looked at her auntie still smirking as she asked, “So do you want me to call you Tia Pepa?”

Stella chuckled, “Pff! No, what am I, some kind of Salsa dancer? Come on, princess.”

The brunette tickled Riley who was sitting in Natasha’s lap and giggling at her auntie’s tickling skills.

———

Just as things were rolling into a nice follow of conversation, Thiago walked in with Michelle. They were carrying a set of chicken wings and potstickers in bags, with drinks.

“What did we miss?” Thiago asked grinning broadly.

Stella eyes darted up to her brother as she glared, “Run.”

His eye widen recognizing the look on his baby sisters face and smirked. He remembered exactly what he did and honestly didn’t regret it too much, however he ran out of spite. Stella follow behind her rushing out the living room door and dash down the hallway to follow him.

Michelle roared in laughter, as yelled and quoted, “Run, Forrest, run!”

Rochelle chuckled at her fianc�� and snorted, “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice, now who’s hungry?”

“I am!”

Riley grinned scurrying off the couch in excitement and hunger following her auntie Michelle to the kitchen.

Natasha and Steve shared a look chuckling.

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Ahhh I couldn’t help myself. It’s been a while since I done a fic on here.

Please let me know what you think 💭

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[firehousefreak911]

i dont know if you're taking requests, but if you are could you do a eddie diaz x reader where his family comes to visit and sees how good the reader is with chris and how much they love eddie and his family and they tell eddie to marry them because they are exactly what his familys been needing to complete the puzzle

Its not perfect but its done. I may redo it eventually.

Meet the Family

You and Eddie had been dating a little over a year, you knew he had been through so much with his late wife Shannon, that you never pushed the topic of marriage. You had moved in about 3 months ago to help with Christopher during his 24 hour shifts.

Eddie’s family arrives in a couple hours, you are a nervous wreck.

“Y/n, babe, there is nothing for you to worry about” Eddie reassures you, “they are going to love you”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

He kisses you forehead and looks you in the eyes. “I’m positive”

His family arrived around 3.

“You must be the famous y/n that our Eddie has told us so much about” his mother asked.

“Oh all good I hope? it’s lovely to meet you” you said leaning in for a hug. You greeted his parents, his abuela and his Tia Pepa.

You were all at the restaurant you sat between Eddie and Christopher.

“Let’s look at the menu, Christopher” you said leaning over to help him.

“What do you want to eat? They have chicken, burgers, grilled cheeses, what sounds good?” You asked

“I want a steak!” He said excitedly.

“Christopher, you know you don’t like the steak here remember, pick something else” you guided him.

“All right, how about a grilled cheese and fries!” He picked.

You looked up to see Eddie’s mom, abuela and aunt looking you with smiles. Everything was going great, until the topic of Eddie’s career came up.

“So, y/n, what do you think of Eddie being a firefighter? Isnt it a very dangerous job?” His dad asked. You looked at Eddie, who started to look annoyed.

“Well yes, but at the end of the day I know he is going to save lives and come home to Christopher and I” you said, reaching across the table to hold Eddie’s hand.

Dinner was nearing an end.

“Edmundo, you know we didn’t approve of this move to LA and we didn’t approve of our grandson living here especially after his mother died, but I think it was for the best, y/n completes this family” his mother said.

“Si, you have found an amazing woman, an amazing mother for Christopher and maybe even a wife” his abuela said gesturing over to where you had walked Christopher to the ball machine.

“Thats the plan” he responds pulling a ring box out of his pocket, ”I was thinking of asking her tonight”

You and Christopher had returned, Christopher asked to go get ice cream.

Christopher was covered in chocolate ice cream. You had went to grab some napkins. When you came back Eddie was smiling nervously. He got out of his chair and walked around to you. He cleared his throat.

“Y/N y/ln, you have made me so happy, I never thought I would be as happy as I am. You not only make me happy but Christopher to, you didn’t push to be his mother but slowly he made you that. I love you and couldn’t imagine life without you, will you marry me?” He asked getting down on one knee. You started crying and shook your head yes. Eddie grabbed you in a kiss. Then oulled Christopher over for a group hug.

Just then you heard an applause, you looked to see Eddie’s family being joined by the 118. This was a moment that will always bring you happiness.

[deeptrashwitch]

Old pictures

*During one time when Elías, Kanoa, Tiala (@islandtarochips OC's) and Aly (@alypink OC) are visiting Black Tomb*

Alicia: *raises an eyebrow* Wow, this is old...I haven't seen them since a lot of time

Elías: Cami found it when she was wondering around grandpa's house with Juan David and his sister *giggles*

Alicia: María or Gabriela?

Elías: María *shows her a picture* oh! Remember this one?

Alicia: I do, this was the only time when you behaved like a normal human being

Elías: Look who's talking

Aly: Buenos días *enters to look for a cup of coffee* what are you doing?

Alicia: Looking at old pictures, nothing new

Kanoa: Can we take a look? *walking inside with Tiala*

Tiala: Morning *yawns*

Elías: Sure, tell me what you think *hands them the picture Alicia had*

Aly: Is this Alicia? You look amazing *whistles* that dress is beautiful as well

Tiala: Agree, wait, you had long hair?!

Kanoa: Wow! You looked great! *looking at Alicia*

Alicia: Thank you! *giggles* and yes, I used to have long hair, Tia, but I prefer it like this *points at her head*

Elías: Ahora pareces un huevo *mutters*

Alicia: Cállate

*Then Aly took another photo from the pile and looked at it with the Toa siblings. It was a picture of a couple that smiled to the camera, both really young, and surrounded by two men and a woman that looked really similar. Apparently was during a formal event, all of them really elegant, and one of them dressed in a military uniform.*

Aly: Who are them? *curious*

Kanoa: Geez, the ladies are so gorgeous~

Tiala: *smacks him in the head* Shh, we don't even know who they are!

Kanoa: I bet they're Alicia's siblings, maybe can you introduce us~?

Alicia: Let me see *takes the picture and looks at it with Elías*

Elías: *laughs loudly and almost fell down from the chair* Oh my God! I knew they looked good but this is too much-!

Aly/Tiala/Kanoa: ??

Alicia: *chuckles* This is my aunt's wedding *points at the couple* these are Elías' parents, Isabel and Dorian! *points at one man* my uncle Gabriel *points at the second man* my uncle José *points at the other woman* and this is my mom, Andrea

Kanoa: ...

Tiala: *laughing* Oh, this is amazing

Aly: Wow *surprised* and I guess this is how they look now *takes another picture (a family photo)* they still look very young

Alicia: Yep, Elías and I are the ones who look screwed up *laughs*

Elías: Sorry, amigo *pats Kanoa's back while he holds his laughter* but none of us need a stepfather

Kanoa: *groans*

Tiala: *wheezing*

[braveclementine]

We Get Some Help

Warnings: 18+readersonly, smut, jealousy!fucking, pet names, personality sharing, harsh fucking, restraints/bondage, pet names, Lord kink, ragdoll treatment

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Carlisle, Esme, and I were now walking rather hurriedly after an Egyptian man- Amun- as we tried to convince him to come with us.

"Amun, please!" Carlisle begged as I tiptoed lightly after him.

"I cannot help you, Carlisle." Amun said, stopping long enough to turn and face us.

"We're not asking you to fight." I whispered. "Just to look. Our kids are in danger."

His mates face softened a little bit at my begging, but Amun was not so easily persuaded.

"I wouldn't ask if it weren't urgent." Carlisle said, putting a hand on Amun's arm.

At that moment, the water in the fountain started shifting upwards, creating a barrier between the exit and us. Carlisle and Esme looked at me.

I shrugged, "It wasn't me."

I looked across the water to see a younger man, quite handsome looking in fact, his hands raised, looking over at us, "I'd like to hear about it. I never get to meet any of Amun's friends. He likes to keep me hidden."

There was a young woman next to him as well. Must be his mate.

"I can't imagine why." Carlisle answered and I honestly couldn't pick up if it was sarcasm or not.

The young man let the water drop and as it went to splash all over us, I took control of the water, making it shape into two large balls, resting above the palms of my hands before I let it settle back down into the fountain gently.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to splash guests?" I asked with a smirk.

He smirked back and we all moved to meet each other at the other end of the fountain.

The boy reached his hand out to me first, "Davina." I said.

"Benjamin." He said, "Nice to meet another elemental."

"Only water." I said, withdrawing my hand.

"Carlisle." Carlisle said as his hand was shaken next.

We sent them on their way, moving to Japan next.

There was a nomad there named Toshiro. He told Carlisle that he would debate coming to Forks and would think about it.

As Carlisle and Esme turned to leave I said, "You might think that you would be safer staying here. But Aro will know whether or not you even decided to come for a split second. And that split second. . ."

And with that I disappeared into the shadows, letting him think my words over.

And finally, we returned with the very last witness. Alistair. A nomad. I honestly couldn't stand him as I sat in the front seat, pitying Esme who was sitting beside him.

Bella and Edward came to greet us out front.

"How many came?" Carlisle asked in greeting of Edward.

"Eighteen." Edward said. "You have some good friends."

I guess Toshiro hadn't shown up. Pity.

"And Alice?" Esme asked.

Bella just shook her head, making Esme pull her into a tight hug. Marcel was leaning against the door frame of the house, waiting for Esme to come in.

"Where's Caroline, Nik, and Sammy?" I asked Bella.

"Upstairs with Seth and Leah." Edward said. "They like staying away from the vampires. It makes Leah's skin crawl."

I smirked, disappearing into the house. I winked at Benjamin as I passed by, smiling at Tia- his mate, as well. I could see everyone else that had shown up.

Two from the Amazon coven, all of the Egyptian coven, three Irish, Garrett, Mary, Peter, Charlotte, Randall, Alistair, Charles, and Makenna. They were all nomads.

I greeted all of them with a breezy, "Hello," and then made my way up the stairs to join my kids.

I could hear Carlisle and Esme rejoining the others downstairs.

Not only were Seth and Leah upstairs with my kids, but so were Embry and Bree, binge watching the Marvel movies.

"Hey kiddos." I said, making my kids turn around and leap into my arms.

"Mom!" Caroline said happily, "Guess what Niklaus can do?"

"I thought I said no powers?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but we didn't know Nik had powers until a few days ago." Caroline said with a grin.

I turned to look at Nik with a small smile. "So, what can you do?"

"I can mimic other vampire's abilities." Nik said solemnly.

"Really?" I asked, astonished.

"Yes. All I have to do is touch them, and then I have gained their ability." Nik said, touching my hand.

That would make him one of the most powerful vampires on the planet if he lived for a long time.

"But I wouldn't do anything bad if I was the most powerful vampire." Nik said easily.

"So you touched Edward I'm assuming?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes." Niklaus said, drifting back to the couch to pick up another book. "I think having several powers would make great use in the upcoming battle."

That made my blood turn cold. "Niklaus! You aren't even a year old! You aren't even six months old! You can't possibly think that you are going to be fighting in this battle! And even if you were a year old you wouldn't then!"

"But if I could just touch this Jane person everyone is so scared about I could turn her power on herself!" Niklaus protested.

"Absolutely not." I said coldly. "You are not fighting!"

There was a silence downstairs. I wondered if everyone had left or if they were just listening in.

"But mom!" Niklaus said.

"No!"

"Yes!" Caroline said with her puppy dog eyes. "No one can catch me. And I'll teleport Niklaus around so that he can take people out!"

"No!" I said furiously. "This is not a game! CARLISLE!"

Carlisle was at my side in an instant, looking warily between me and the kids. "They think they are going to fight." I spat angrily, even though it wasn't him I was angry with. I wasn't angry at them either. I was frustrated. I hated Irina.

Carlisle sighed, trying to be diplomatic. "You three will not be participating in the battle. Do you understand? It is to dangerous. Not only for yourselves, but for others. Especially you two Care and Samuel. Leah and Seth might get hurt trying to protect you if you are reckless. And someone else might get hurt trying to protect you Nik. You will sit the battle out and if you don't, you'll be grounded for a whole year afterwards."

Pretending that we were going to still be here after the battle.

"Besides." Carlisle said, sounding optimistic. "It's not even going to come to a battle, so there is no reason for you to get involved."

I felt myself relaxing, believing his words too.

It wasn't the last of their conversations, but as I kept them down at La Push with Seth and Leah- mostly to get Leah out of the house so that she didn't kill and vampires when they intended to go hunting- the conversations were rarely disputed.

Bella was also trying to learn how to fight. Edward absolutely refused to teach her. Emmett didn't really teach her- more beat her up in a sense.

There were a few others that attempted teaching her. Garrett in particular was an incredible teacher. In fact, he was incredible altogether. I absolutely loved his attitude and charisma. We got into rather heated debates about the Beatles. He was from the Revolutionary war era and therefore, deemed anything British as terrible.

"But the music didn't enslave you." I argued heatedly. "It's good music!"

"It's British." He said firmly.

"I swear I will force you to listen to it. Besides, British accents are hot."

Carlisle coughed discretely behind me. I ignored him.

"Well then you have poor taste in men." Garrett said, red eyes narrowing.

"I have excellent taste in men, thank you very much." I smirked, jabbing a thumb over my shoulder at Carlisle who buried his head deeper into his book.

Garrett stared at me a moment longer before carefully saying, "You know, I've been to every battle in history."

"Ah?" I questioned, trying to figure out where this was going.

"And though I wasn't at the bombing of Fort Knox, I was there for the aftermath." Garrett continued, gauging my reaction.

I set my jaw in a harsh manner, "That's what you want to talk about?"

"I believe you're innocent." Garrett pointed out.

"What a relief." I muttered.

"Carlisle would never have married you if you had been guilty." Garrett said with a shrug.

"Alright, can we not talk about this." Carlisle muttered from behind us.

I giggled, "I didn't realize you were a part of this conversation."

Carlisle glared half-heartedly at me. I pressed a kiss to his lips and then turned to Garrett. "The others are gathering outside."

"Ah, let's take the debate to the fresh air and get some more intelligent opinions on British shit."

"For the record, The Beatles are one of the best bands out there." I said, firmly believing this to be true. "What? You don't like Harry Potter either?"

"Never watched it nor have I read the books." Garrett said stubbornly.

"And now you need to be forgiven for your sins." I quipped.

Kate had just grabbed Bella's arm, electricity rushing through her hands. Bella didn't even react and Kate said, "oh, yeah, she's a shield all right. Should put her on her ass."

I saw that Carlisle and Esme had joined us as well.

"Or your voltage has been exaggerated." Garrett claimed from behind her. I snickered.

Kate turned, undeterred, holding her hand out, "Maybe it only works on the weak." She wiggled her fingers dauntingly and I smirked.

"What's with the hesitation Garrett?" I teased. "A Beatles song would've been over by now."

He glared at me, moving his hand out to touch Kate's.

"Garrett, I wouldn't." Carlisle warned.

"Don't ruin my fun." I said with another smirk, this time aimed at Carlisle as Garrett touched Kate's hand. There was a zap of electricity and Garrett fell in pain on his knees.

'KNEEEEEEL' Loki's voice rang through my head and Edward rolled his eyes. I wrinkled my nose at him.

"You are an amazing woman." Garrett said slowly, staring up at Kate. I grinned.

Suddenly, we could hear fast, vampiric speed like footsteps, approaching from another direction. That didn't make sense. All of the vampires were already here. We weren't expecting anyone else- unless Toshiro was going to show up.

"There's two of them." I said quickly.

And then I was off, sprinting towards them.

I could hear laughing and barking- sounds from Jacob training the new werewolves.

Then I heard a voice cry "Whoopa" and there was the sound of two sets of footsteps landing on the ground.

I came to a stop, nodding a hello to Jacob and the others.

"Well hello beautiful." The one with white hair said.

I raised an eyebrow as the others- Carlisle, Edward, Eleazar, Kate, and Tanya- came to a stop behind me. I saw that Jacob had three other wolves with him, all very gangly and uncoordinated. I hadn't met these yet.

"Vladimir, Stefan." Carlisle greeted them with just the slightest hint of annoyance. "You're a long way from home."

"What are they doing here?" I heard Kate ask from behind me.

"We heard that the Volturi are moving against you." The white haired one said. Was that Vladimir? Or Stefan? Would've been better if Vladimir had been called Damon. That would've been incredibly satisfying.

I heard Edward sigh somewhere around me.

"But that you would not stand alone."

"We didn't do what we were accused of." Carlisle said.

"We do not care what you did, Carlisle." The white haired one said in a bored tone. Oh my. . . his accent. . .

"We have been waiting a millennium for the Italian scum to be challenged." the darker haired one said.

I was going to go out on a limb and guess that the white haired one was Vladimir. I was going to throw a fit if the hot one had a terrible name like 'Stefan'.

"Mom." Edward hissed under his breath.

"Sorry." I hissed back.

"It's not our plan to fight the Volturi." Carlisle amended quickly.

"Shame." Hopefully Vladimir said and I smiled. I was really liking this Vampire. He tilted his head to probably Stefan. "Aro's witnesses will be so disappointed."

"They enjoy a good fight." Maybe Stefan said with a bit of a chuckle.

"Aro's witnesses?" Eleazar asked, stepping forward and Carlisle turned to look at him.

"Aww." Possibly Vladimir said with a slight click of his tongue. "Still hoping they'll listen?"

I exchanged a look with Carlisle, "What is he talking about?"

Carlisle just shook his head as we made our way back to the house. Once there, Eleazar gathered everyone to explain- first the two new vampires- and then this news about 'Aro's witnesses'.

"When Aro wants someone from a coven it's never long before evidence turns up proving that coven committed some crime." Eleazar started out saying.

"So he's done this before." Bella asked.

Everyone was there. Every coven member, ever nomad, even our kids and the few werewolves that hung around.

"It happens so rarely I never realized it was a pattern." Eleazar said.

"Apparently he always pardons one person whose thoughts he claims are repentant." Carlisle said from the couch.

"This person always has an ability." Eleazar says, his arms still crossed, still leaning against the windowsill. "And they're always given a place with the guard."

"This is all about Alice." Edward said.

"And that's why she ran." I whispered.

"Why does he need witnesses?" Emmett asked.

"To spread the word that justice has been served." Alistair spoke up from his corner. "After he slaughters an entire coven bigger than his own."

Amun and Kebi were the first to move, walking towards the door. "Benjamin, Tia, we're leaving." Amun announced.

"And where will you go?" Edward questioned. "What makes you think they'll be satisfied with Alice? What's to stop them from going after Benjamin next?"

Amun pointed a finger at me, "She can do the same!"

"Minus three elements." I retorted.

"Or Zafrina or Kate." Edward continued, ignoring the both of us. "Or anyone else with a gift, anyone they want. Their goal isn't punishment, it's power. It's acquisition. Carlisle might not ask you to fight, but I will. For the sake of my family, but also for yours. And for the way you want to live."

There was silence, everyone eyeing each other. Jacob was the first to stand to his feet, Seth and Leah joining him, "The packs will fight. We've never been afraid of vampires."

"We will fight." Tanya said, her, Carmen, and Kate rising to their feet from the other couch next.

"This won't be the first time I fought a king's rule." Garrett said and I smiled at him.

"We'll join you." Benjamin spoke, drawing Amun's attention to him.

"No."

"I will do the right thing, Amun." Benjamin said, giving me a slight nod. "You may do as you please."

"We will stand with you." Zafrini said.

"So will we." The Irish Coven said, standing up as well.

All the other nomads did not speak, nodding instead.

"That didn't take much." Vladimir (who was the white haired guy) muttered to Stefan.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." Edward said.

"We'll see." Alistair said to Carlisle. I glared at him. He left the room first, leaving everyone to look after him.

Everyone started to prepare even more. If not to talk, then to fight.

Meanwhile, I kept my sights on Japan, specifically Toshiro. With Marcel's help, we got the military cameras of Japan up and running, taking in his whereabouts. He was making plans to come to Forks.

I hoped he got here sooner rather than later.

And a few days later, he did.

None to soon, as when he arrived, only hours later did I catch sights of the Volturi in the city. I showed him the cameras, several vampires looking over my shoulders. "I did warn you they would come for you." I said to him.

"And I am here now." Toshiro said with wide red eyes.

I nodded and Marcel shut the cameras down, wiping out the fact that we had even used them.

A few days later, I was sitting in the living room on Carlisle's lap as Edward talking strategy with him and Emm bear. Several others stayed in the room as well.

"Jane and Alec will try and take me out first because I can anticipate their moves." Edward said.

"To bad we don't all have your shield." Garrett said. Kate was standing next to him, rather close and I smiled.

"Doesn't help me fight though." Bella pointed out.

"No, but you could help the rest of us." Tanya said. "If you could project it."

"What do you mean?" Bella asked.

"I mean shield someone other than yourself." Tanya said and I wanted to add 'duh'.

"Is that possible?" Bella asked.

'Obviously if she's suggesting it' my brain thought and Edward glared at me. 'Sorry'.

"Gifts can be developed. Over time." Carlisle said softly, running his hand over my hair. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt. This was the first time that I had seen him wear something other than his doctor uniform or something formal. They were usually all so formal. But now it was like they had dropped the charade.

"At first, mine was just in my palms." Kate said. "Now I can radiate it all over my body."

"How do you do it?" Bella asked urgently. "Tell me." She grabbed Kate's hand.

"Ow." Kate said flatly.

They decided to move things outside. Carlisle and I stayed put for the time being. I snuggled into his chest. "Everything is going to be alright." I murmured. "Probably."

"Reassuring." Carlisle said. I knew he was trying to jest, but everything was to tense for that.

"You know what we need to do?" I asked quietly.

"No." Carlisle said.

I slid the hoodie off his shoulders. "First, we should go back to our house. Just some alone time for the two of us. You can take all of your anxiety and frustration out of me rather favorably. And then we'll have a nice long hot shower. And then, you're going to put on your fancy dress clothes, okay?"

"Sounds nice." Vladimir said from behind us rather suddenly, "Mind if I join?"

Carlisle glared at him over my shoulder.

I chuckled quietly, placing a kiss on Carlisle's forehead. "I might've let you if your name was Damon," I said with a smirk, "Shame."

Vladimir chuckled, disappearing again somewhere upstairs.

"So?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Carlisle scooped me up into his arms, racing away from the main house until we reached our little cottage.

"Oh darling, I'm going to ruin you."

For the first time in a long time, I saw Lord flicker behind Carlisle's eyes.

The minute we entered the bedroom, I completely submitted under him. Our clothes were on the floor in scraps and we were on the bed, cottons sheets fluffing upwards at the sudden two-person landing.

Carlisle's hands were firm and heavy on my hips as he pressed a very slow, teasing kiss to my pussy before diving in with his tongue and teeth.

I let out a pleasured moan at the feeling of his cool tongue and my hot core mixing together. It was almost ultimate pleasure and it was only heightened as Carlisle groaned, shooting vibrations up my lips to my clit.

"C-C-Carlisle." I whimpered. There was a soft coil in my stomach, but I needed more. Carlisle, much to my demise, pulled away, kissing down my thighs instead. I whimpered again.

He chuckled lowly under his breath, the lowness shooting tingly feelings to the core of my stomach. "Patience darling."

"I- I'm not very patient." I muttered.

"I know." He grinned. He maneuvered himself over my body, one arm wrapping around the base of my neck to pull me into a kiss, the other unexpectedly plunging two digits into my wetness.

I moaned into his mouth, lips parting. His tongue entered my mouth, clashing with mine for a few seconds before I submitted again at the overwhelming feeling of his fingers plunging into me over and over again, his palm hitting my clit every time he thrusted in.

The coil started to build up again, but once again, not enough. "Carlisle, please." I begged, throwing my head back.

"Mmm, eyes on me darling." Carlisle said, his lips trailing down my jaw to my neck, biting and sucking, leaving large purple bruises that started healing very slowly. Once he reached my breasts, he started to lick and kiss them. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling before biting and then moving to the other one to repeat his actions. Meanwhile, his fingers seemed to move even faster and his thumb started swirling patterns on my clit.

My eyes started to tear up as I tried to keep my eyes on him to the best of my ability. "Carlisle I'm gonna-"

"No you're not." Carlisle said simply with almost no emotion, flicking his tongue out over my right nipple, making me writhe and moan again. "Hold it."

I whimpered, tears falling down my face, body shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers. His pace increased even more, the speed of his thumb almost mind-blowing. My toes clenched tightly, trying to relieved some of the tension.

"Words darling." Carlisle said.

"Please Carlisle, please." I begged. "Please, I wanna-"

"Beg better than that baby." Carlisle said, his eyes slowly becoming black as he moved lower, adding his tongue to the mix of fingers at the start of my core.

I attempted to buck my hips but his other hand kept my waist down firmly. "Please Carlisle. Please. I wanna cum. Please?"

"Mm." Was all he said, with a slight dip of his head and I let go, white fuzzy shock washing through my body. I could feel his tongue working me through my orgasm, this thumb not letting up though his fingers had pulled out of me.

He pulled away from my pulsating core, moving over me. His once blond, now more strawberry blond, hair hung in his eyes, his pink tongue darting out to catch every trace of my arousal and I found myself getting wet just at the sight.

"Delicious as always sweetheart." He growled.

I whimpered as he flipped my body over before slamming himself into me without warning. Though it was unexpected and unusual of Carlisle, I had told him to take his frustration out on me.

And Fuck if I wasn't enjoying it.

I had honestly never felt better.

My fingers clutched at the bedsheets as he pounded into me, every stroke bringing such immense pleasure I didn't think it could get better. But it did. Slowly with every other thrust it got better and better, the coil in my stomach started to tighten and contract and tighten again. And I was so sure I was going to burst.

"CARLISLE!" I whimpered.

"Absolutely not." He growled in my ear. "Don't you dare."

And it was most definitely Lord in control.

"My Lord, please." I begged, a few more tears slipping down my cheeks. "Please! I-"

He forced his fingers into my open mouth, choking me rather effectively as he pressed his body down against my back tightly, hitting me at a new angle that made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

"Fuck Davina." Lord growled. "You're fucking mine."

I would've mumbled 'All yours' except that I couldn't. So I just did the best to nod my head and whine pathetically.

My arms were trembling, trying to hold myself up in the position that he wanted me in. One of his arms wrapped around me, holding me up himself. "I fuck you so good you can't even hold yourself up."

His fingers retracted from my mouth. He pulled me up a little straighter, his cock ramming into me at a new angle once again, hitting my cervix over and over as I whimpered, moaned, and fucking mewled.

I was putty in his arms, melting. "Fuck, Lord. Feels so good. I'm so close. Please let me cum. Please Lord."

He chuckled darkly, his thrusts slow, and I nearly cried in frustration. "Fuck darling. Missed this fucking pussy. Missed you wrapped around me like this."

Even in his darkest moments, Carlisle was almost never like this.

And I knew what had made him snap.

Vladimir.

I almost wanted to make a joke, tell him Vladimir would let me finish, but I held my tongue. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to get punished tonight.

Oh but teasing was so much fun. . .

And then my orgasm hit me like a truck, flowing down his hard cock which didn't stop its thrusts, wringing out my orgasm until it started feeling like overstimulation. His fingers reached down, finding my nub and I let out a scream of blinding pleasure as a second- third?- one crashed down on me.

Carlisle pulled out, flipped me over, and slammed back into me as my back was on the bed. "Gonna watch that pretty little face of yours as I make you cum over and over again. No one else can make you feel this good. You're mine, yeah?"

"All yours Lord. All yours." I whimpered, my hands finding themselves in his fluffy hair. I was so glad that I was a vampire werewolf hybrid thing because if I was human, I would've broken under his amount of pleasure. As it was, I was trying very hard to keep it together.

He attacked my neck and upper chest with kisses and bites, as though determined not to leave an inch of my skin unmarked. I gripped his shoulders, nails dragging down the marble like back of my husband.

I knew if I could sweat, I would be and I was glad that there were a few human things I could not do.

The pleasure was starting to become even more immense and I cried out his name again.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" Lord said, his eyes the blackest I had ever seen them. "Gonna fucking cum all over my cock and prove that you're mine?"

I whimpered and whined at his words.

"Yes! Carlisle! Lord! Yes! Please! Please don't stop! I'm gonna cum! Carlisle please."

Lord moaned above me, a deep sound that ended me, another orgasm rushing through my body, heating it up, sending white flashes through my head.

"You look ravishing like this." Carlisle growled lowly, staring into my face with hunger and passion. "Fuck you're squeezing me so good. M'gonna cum darling."

I had no answers as I felt him release into me, his release long and large. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes started to return back to gold, thrusting his hips just a few more times before he pulled out of me slowly.

Our mixed release dripped from both his cock and my pussy onto the bed sheets but neither of us cared. I was to busy gauging Carlisle's reaction as he came back from Lord's control.

Carlisle blinked a few times and then leaned over me, a cautious expression on his face, "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I? I wasn't to rough or anything?"

I giggled, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him on the lips. "If flirting with a few guys is all it takes to get you to do that, I'll be flirting with every guy in sight."

Carlisle growled into my neck, "Or you could ask nicely and spare me the jealousy."

I giggled again, pressing soft kisses to his own neck, "Deal. But really, Carlisle, it was wonderful. I had no idea your mind could be so dirty."

Carlisle buried his head into my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head. "Ready to go back?"

"No." Carlisle said, sliding his hands to my hips, flipping me over so I was above him, and settled me back down on his cock, both of us hissing as the sensitivity of everything before it was healed. "How about another eight rounds?"

I smirked, "Ten."

Carlisle pulled my face down to meet his in a crushing kiss before pulling away a little and said, "Well then, you better get to riding me."

"Yes sir." I quipped and settled down to my task.

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confession.

hi babes!! i’ve been working on this one for ages and finally finished it yesterday. it’s a joel miller au where he is a priest🧍🏼‍♀️😇. definitely sacrilegious so please avoid reading if that can be a trigger for you!! basically just filth! maybe a part 2 coming if anyone is interested? tia 💗

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

warnings: smut, pure filth, religious terms, reader afab, gendered terms, oral male receiving, slight voyeurism??, sex in a church, i’m so sorry, praying so hard after this one, age gap (24 & 56), more of my terrible endings, not super edited,

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Okay, you can do this. You’ve confessed so many times before. It’s simple. You tried to convince yourself as you walked up the steps to church. It shouldn’t be different, should be the way it usually was but something was different. That something being the new Priest, the man who prompted you to even need to confess in the first place. Father J, that’s what he liked the congregation to call him. Everyone immediately fell in love with him, all the women whispered that he was handsome and all the men wanted to invite him over to their barbecues. You hadn’t been immune to his charm either, that being what got you into this mess. 24 years old and marching up the church steps to confess to probably the most embarrassing thing you could think of. You should have dressed up a bit more, clad in your work uniform and messy hair tied up in a bun. Just tight jeans and a fitting t-shirt that proudly displayed the name of the restaurant you worked at across the chest. Church was meant to be judgment free but you knew if any of the old ladies in the congregation saw you walk in that way you’d be the talk of the week until another young woman did something that they deemed worse. Regardless, you walked to the front of the church and found the confessional with the door open, inviting you in to make a fool of yourself.

Stepping inside, you shut the door behind you and settle into your seat. scratching at the denim of your jeans to release some anxiety. “Good Afternoon and Bless you, my child.” You hear, his voice bringing you comfort along with more stress. “Hi…” You sigh, remembering your next words. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” You say quietly, looking towards the wall between you and seeing the outline of his head and broad shoulders. “Go ahead, confess your sins.” Going quiet to allow you to confess. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself before speaking up. “I don’t know..exactly how to say this. Ever since you came to our church, well, your church now, ever since then i’ve had these feelings. You obviously know, ok well maybe you don’t know, but you’re very handsome. All the women in the congregation talk about it like all of the time.” You laugh and you hear him chuckle quietly, you wouldn’t have been able to even hear him if you weren’t in such a confined place. “Anyways, i’m sorry. This is weird for me to admit..” You whisper. “Would it be easier if we were face to face?” He asks, “No! No, I'm sorry. No, sir. I think my face would be far too red telling you this to your face.” You admit, taking yet another deep breath before deciding to just come out and say it.

“I had a se-explicit dream about you and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I’m so sorry. I feel so so bad!” You say, bracing yourself for the man to raise his voice or leave the cupboard for you to sit in silence with your filthy thoughts. You notice the air around you change, becoming more heavy as the seconds tick by. Finally, after what feels like forever he speaks up. “I-There’s no need to apologize, this is why i’m here.” His voice is strained, an octave lower than normal but you were far too embarrassed to even notice. “Just this one dream?”

“Yes…well, no. Father, please forgive me. I keep having this same dream: I find myself daydreaming about it when I know I shouldn’t. I tried to tell my mom but she told me I should come share with you so…yeah.” The man next to you nods slowly, letting out a shaky breath as he attempts to compose himself. He knew it was you over there, he had seen you walk in and through the rows of benches closer to where he was.

“I see…Well, dreams of that variety are common. I have people coming in all the time to confess them. Do you remember what happened in this dream? and these daydreams..” He was toeing a very thin line, knowing that what he heard next might not be easy to sit still during. As much as he attempted to be immune to thoughts about sins of the flesh he was just a man, a man who had a beautiful young woman admitting something like this about him, to him. Your cheeks turn bright red, not having expected to be asked for specifics. You had been prepared to confess and then forget it ever happened, but here you were opening your mouth to explain the dream to your priest. Your sweet, kind, handsome priest…No! God Forgive me. You were just going to have to live in the confession box if your thoughts kept moving that way.

“Okay well..” Here goes nothing. How specific were you supposed to be?? “It starts the same every time..you ask me to stay after mass to help you with something. Once everyone is out of the building..i’m helping you put the hymn books back. Most of the time I feel you come up behind me while I'm putting them away…your hands touching my waist and I can feel your breath across my neck.” You reach up to rub the back of your neck instinctively, trying to ignore the steady heat that was beginning to burn in your belly. “After I would feel your breath I'd..I’d…it’d be your lips on my neck. Kissing and..and sucking.” You whisper, not daring to look over at him. “Go on..”

“Well you’d leave a lot of marks..all over my skin. I remember one you said that you wanted everyone in the congregation to know how much..how..oh i’m sorry, father but how slutty I was being for you..”

“Shh, it’s alright.” He whispers, voice deep with something you couldn’t put a finger on. It couldn’t have possibly been lust, could it? “Would it make you feel better if you came and sat with me while you told me more?” He asks and you think on it quickly before nodding. “Yes Father. That’d feel better.” You say and leave your side, walking around to the side of the confession box he was in and stepping inside. Bodies were close together, fingers brushing over each other as you found a place to stand. “Kneel, my child. Then continue on.” He orders, voice still soft and kind which makes it easier for you to follow his direction. You put your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you knelt down in front of him, cheeks bright red at the compromising position. He nods his head to urge you to continue and you take a deep breath before you do. “This happened in the dream too…all over the church. You’d ask me to kneel and pray but it always ended up with…well, you know.”

“Use your words.” The voice came out gruff and more pointed than it had been, catching you off guard. “Oh, um. It always ended up with your co-with me on my knees giving you a blowjob.” You whispered the last word, even if the way he was staring at you made you want to admit every dirty thought you had ever had about him you still felt like you should have some shame.

“Are you thinking about it right now?” He asks, hands laying gently on yours where they held his knees. You stared at his hands, slowly letting your gaze wander up to his face where you found his pupils blown out and his lips parted ever so slightly. You weren’t sure where the situation was going, preparing yourself for anything as you slowly nod. “I am…I’m sorry.” You whisper and you hear him let out a shaky breath. One of his hands moves to push your hair out of your eyes, fighting himself in his mind over what to do next. He absolutely should kick you out, apologize for letting it get so far out of hand but he was frozen, unable to glance away from you. His fingers move down your jaw and you lean into his touch, feeling his thumb brush over the side of your mouth which causes your lips to part, head pathetically turning to find the finger to wrap your lips around it. Keeping your eyes on his, you start to suck on his thumb slowly and surely, letting all of the desire drip out of you and into the action. Your eyes found his once again as you used your tongue and lips around his finger, the digit becoming coated in saliva as you did so. He let his other hand move to the back of your head, a gentle touch turning into a grip on your hair to keep you in position as you worked his thumb. You felt so filthy, your knees aching from kneeling in the confession box as you hollowed out your cheeks. You felt the urge from your chest and down between your thighs to please the man in front of you in any way you could.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting it to your lips and away as he did so. You lay your head on his thigh, staring up at him expectantly. You were pretty sure that you’d do absolutely anything he asked in that moment, mind clouded with lust and senses overwhelmed with the scent and feel of him. Gone were the worries of even having these feelings for your priest, all you wanted was to be a good girl for him and the feelings were stronger than ever. You open your mouth to ask him what he’d like from you next but the words died out when you both heard the door to the chapel swing open and shut. His eyes filled with panic as he glanced between you and where the footsteps were coming from. You squeeze his thigh to get his attention and mime a zipper closing your mouth before throwing out the key. It looked as though he was about to make you leave but the other side of the booth was filled before he was able to make the decision. “G-good afternoon, and bless you child.” He says, shaking his head at the way he was tripping on his words. You thought it was cute, the way he seemed so nervous from here, though you were sure whoever was in the booth next to you would never guess.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You hear, trying to decide the best way to make your next move. You slowly slid your hands up his thighs, dangerously close to where you could see a tent in his pants just waiting for you. You stifle a groan when you feel his hands grip your wrists tightly to attempt to stop you, sending you a warning glance as he listens to the member. You stop, but only for a moment before you let your fingers brush over his covered member. You went teasingly slow, partially to tease him but also so he wouldn’t trip on his words in the middle of his prayer. You were unsure where the newfound confidence was coming from, maybe the way he was reacting from your touch was encouraging you to keep this up, keep up the act of being over confident when in reality you were not. You make careful movements to undo the button of his pants, moving extra slow with the zipper so it wouldn't make any noise. Once it was down you were able to see the outline of his cock in his underwear, licking your lips subconsciously as you let your hand lay against it with the lightest touch. His hand was still on your wrist, gripping tightly but not moving you. You’d have a bruise in the morning and the thought brought you more excitement than anything else.

At a lull in the conversation you took a deep breath in preparation before sitting yourself up on your knees and leaning over to press a small, open mouthed kiss against the clothed outline. It felt warm against your lips and you had to suppress a giggle when you felt it twitch against your touch. You feel his stare watching your every move, like a lion about to attack it’s prey. You let your mouth wrap around the tip, using your tongue to slowly soak the fabric that proved as a barrier. You quickly look up through your lashes and notice it seems he has stopped breathing, bringing a smile to your face and causing pride to grow through your chest. You slide your mouth up and down his length, coating it in saliva and enjoying the way the outline becomes more prominent. You hear the boring lull of whoever was next to you drone on, a reminder that staying quiet was the safest thing to do. You pull back, watching him curiously as you slowly slide two fingers below his waistband and start to pull them down. You wait to make sure he won’t stop you, that he wants this as much as you do. He only nods as he keeps speaking and soon you have his boxers pulled down, letting his cock spring up before you.

So, you’d never actually seen one in person before and the way it stood proudly in front of you gave you pause, the newfound confidence you had was dissipating until you just felt nervous. Sensing a change in you, he raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you were still wanting to do this. You nod back almost too quickly, taking a deep breath before moving forward. You feel his hand on the back of your head and watch as his other wraps around the base of his cock, guiding it to your open mouth. You feel him rub the tip over your lips, biting down roughly on his own. You let him hit the tip on your tongue a bit, feeling as though you could moan simply at the taste of him. This was so much better than your dreams, the weight of his cock on your tongue and the way his hand gripped the back of your head harder each time was better than anything you could even imagine. “Suck” He mouths the word and you nod obediently, wrapping your lips around the swollen tip. You let your eyes flutter shut as you did so, reveling in the feeling before you felt a yank on your hair. Your eyes pop open quickly and looked at him with concern, had you hurt him? had you been caught? You watch as he points to his eyes and then to yours and you nod in understanding. Maintaining eye contact, you wrap your lips around the tip again and take it fully into. your mouth, using your tongue to lick the leaking slit like you’d seen in films you certainly shouldn’t have watched. You watched as his lips moved but you were too focused on the way your own stretched around him to hear any of the words he was saying. You felt his hand that was on the back of your head pushing against it, taking more of him into your mouth. You could only hope that what you were doing was good, that you were pleasing him in a way he deserved. You wished you could hear the way you were making him feel but you had to rely on the way his hand gripped the back of your head and the look in his eyes. You vaguely can hear the confessional door shut and footsteps walking away from the two of you. You pulled up, staring up at him expectantly.

“You’re doing so well, how about you keep going?” He asks when the door to the church shuts and you nod eagerly, fueled by the praise he had given you. You take his cock back into your mouth and finally you hear a deep grunt fall from his lips and land right between your thighs. You test out a small moan, letting your lips vibrate against him which brought out another moan from the man above you. You were sure you could die and go to Heaven…well if you weren’t already fairly sure sucking off your Priest in the confession box took away your invitation there. Though his moans may be the most heavenly sound to grace your ears and you wanted to be the one to elicit such sounds from him forever. Soon the booth was full of the noise of your mouth working his cock, having ventured down further to take as much of him as you could, his hand helping you stroke the rest of his length as you did so. “Such a good girl.” He would mutter, the hand not gripping your hair brushing across your forehead and down your cheek, admiring the way they hollowed to take him in. You felt his hips stutter against your hands and glance up at him with a questioning gaze. He nods in response, looking like he was about to ask you a question but stopped himself. You pull off slowly, keeping your lips close enough to brush against the tip as you speak. “You can come in my mouth..” You whisper before wrapping your lip back around him once more. That seemed to elicit the response you wanted from him as you hear his moans speed up and his hand grip your head the hardest he had yet. You pause your movements just long enough to let him maneuver his hips up to thrust into your mouth, once, twice, three times and he was letting out a string of whimpers as your mouth filled with his cum, struggling to keep it all in.

Once he was seemingly done, you take your time licking up his length to clean him up, planting a soft kiss on the head before sitting back on your knees and wiping your mouth with a thumb. You look up at him with a proud but shy smile, watching as he tucks himself back into his pants and lean back against the wall. There was evident struggle behind his eyes, one you could tell was from fighting himself over what had just happened and if he was strong enough to stop it. He reaches forward to pull you up, helping you sit on his lap and face him. He pushes some of your hair back out of your eyes when his own land on your now extra plump lips. After what felt like a minute, he was pulling you close to press your lips together. Your heart raced even more than it had being on your knees for him and you let your hands lay on his chest as the kiss deepened. You took note to remember how his facial hair felt against your skin, the pattern of his now calmed breathing, even the way the fingers on his left hand fidgeted as you kissed. Your skin burned where he held you and you were sure you could stay there forever. Unfortunately for both of you, you needed some air. No words were shared as you both caught your breath, chests rising and falling in time with each other. Suddenly there was a loud ringing and you realized it was your phone, your mom calling you specifically. You compose yourself before answering, letting her know you’d be home for dinner soon but leaving out the specifics of where you had been. You knew she wouldn’t be upset that you went to confess but you were sure if she asked you about it later you’d have no way to hide the flush on your cheeks as you reminisced.

“I better go..” You speak, staring at your priest with a small pout on your face. His thumb finds your bottom lip, rubbing softly to rid you of the sour expression you held. “Go see your family, it’s important.” He says and you nod, opening the door before stepping out into the empty church with him behind you. You saunter towards the front doors before turning on your heel to face him, twiddling your thumbs a bit “Thank you, Father.” You says sweetly, leaning up and kissing his cheek before quickly turning to leave the building. He watches you as you make your way towards your car, shaking his head a bit. He signs the cross as he walks inside, heading straight to his prayer cabinet to repent for his sins and the ones he was already thinking about committing with you.

[hrodvitnon]

Tiamat: Ay, yellow jacket.

Battra: Battra will suffice.

Tiamat: Whatever- anyways- you've been tight with Ozzy for a helluva long time, yeah?

Battra: We've been allies in defending our world since we were both old enough to kill for it.

Tiamat: Right. So how in the flying fuck are you still a goddamned virgin???

Battra freezes for a moment before glaring at Mothra sitting across the table.

Mothra: Hey! Wasn't me! Cross my heart and hope to die.

Battra: Hope to die, huh?

Tiamat: Hun, I got a knack for this kinda stuff- had you pegged like the first day you got here.

Ozzy: Heh, he fucking wishes.

Battra: One more word, Ozymandias!

Tiamat: No, I'm serious, I need to know. How? Is he just- not your type Ozzy?

Ozzy: Woah- hey, don't pin this on me. I've tried. I've tried a lot.

Shimo: He has. An embarrassing amount of times.

Ozzy: Not embarrassing if you're shameless! And man- I felt bad, he seemed lonely whenever we weren't fighting together.

Battra: My duty to the Great Mother will always be company enough for me. As it has always been.

Ozzy: Well...

Tiamat: Ok seriously I think we're underselling how herculean of an accomplishment this is. This is like a college freshman who's never had a sip of alcohol having to live with the knowledge their mom has an 1878 vintage in the wine cellar for their entire time as a 20-something year old. I think you may literally be the only Titan he knows that he hasn't slept with that isn't like- blood-related to him.

Ozzy: I am only more upset now that you've pointed that out...

Maia: Can I say something? Maybe dude's just asexual.

Battra: The fact that you consider that is appreciated, but no, I'm not.

Tiamat, huffy: Oh, what, so none of the Titans here on Earth are good enough for your sky-high standards? ...shit, your ideal woman isn't this Great Mother herself, is it?

Battra: YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK, YOU HEATHEN! HOW DARE YOU SULLY HER HOLINESS WITH YOUR FILTHY MOUTH! THAT'S LIKE A HUMAN FANTASIZING ABOUT THE VIRGIN MARY!

Mothra: Battra, my Brother in the Mother! This island is a strict no-fight zone, and you know it! Now CHILL!

Battra, grumbling: Tell me to chill over such heresy...

Mothra: And as for you, Tia...

Tiamat: All I wanna know is why the fuck your brother hasn't gotten his cherry popped yet! Like, is he sworn to chastity or what?! Fuck, the very idea sounds like torture!

Battra: I am perfectly content with not losing my virginity! I know my role in the grand tapestry! Fertility is one of Mothra's domains, not mine! So I don't need to go showing off my unmentionables to anyone with a pulse no matter how it makes me feel!

Ozzy: ...wait, so you do have an interest in sex? Even just a little?!

Battra: OZYMANDIAS SON OF DAGON I SWEAR--

[oldbutnotyetwise]

My Big Sister Tia

    I remember warmth and snuggling in darkness.  Nudging my Mom’s belly for food, being bumped around by all my brothers and sisters,  Mom licking me and moving me around with her snout.  I don’t think I felt happy or sad, I just felt safe.  

     As time went on my eyes opened and I was no longer in the dark.  My brothers and sisters were all having fun rolling, nipping and chasing each other.  Then one day we all got to go outside for the first time, it was fun to be in the sunshine and the grass felt good on our paws.  People were coming to visit and they played with all of us on the grass.  I was very happy, every day was so much fun.  Then something strange started to happen, people came and some of my brothers and sisters went away with them.  Then one day this man and woman came and took me away, I was so scared, all I wanted was to be with my Mom.

     I sat on the ladies lap in the big machine that vibrated and went so fast.  When I looked out the window everything was just a blur.  She smelled different than the lady at my house, and both her and the man were talking to me in high pitched voices as the lady gently petted me.  I felt very scared, yet I wasn’t scared of these people, I guess I was scared because I didn’t know what was happening.

     After what felt like a long time the big machine stopped beside a house.  I saw there was a lot of grass around the house, I like grass.  I wondered if I could run and find my way back to Mom but the lady carried me into the house.  As soon as I got inside I could smell another dog, a different dog I had never smelled before, then I heard the barking.  The man called the dog Tia, she was bigger than me but not as big as my Mom.  She seemed very curious about me, I was curious about her, but I was also a little frightened of her.  I couldn’t  tell if she was happy to see me or if she was mad at me.

     The days went by, and then the weeks went by and I learned that my name was Kiwi.  Tia was my big sister, sometimes she played with me, but sometimes she would just go off by herself but I would always try to follow her.  She was smart and brave, and we explored every inch of that yard.  I couldn’t go home to my Mom because there was this big metal thing all the way around the yard.  I could see out through it but I couldn’t get out.  In time I stopped thinking about trying to find my Mom. Tia and I had to look after this man and lady, they became our human Mom and Dad.

     Dad would take us for hikes and taught us lots of things.  I think our human Dad might have been an old human because he started to move slower, but he still loved us very much, I could tell.  I really liked my life, we had lots of fun and I was always happy.  It had been many years and then one day a very noisy and flashy machine came and took our human Dad went away.  Tia and I never saw our human Dad again and our human Mom was very sad.  We moved from our home to a new home in the city.  This home was very big, but we only lived in a very small part of it.  It also had a magic room where we would go in, the doors would shut, the whole room would shake a little bit and then when the doors opened up we were in a different place.  Mom was still very sad and no matter how hard Tia and I tried we couldn’t make her happy.  One day Mom took us somewhere and then drove away, we never saw this Mom again.

     We now lived with a new human Dad, and he had three other dogs.  It was a bit crazy with five dogs in the house but our new human Dad took us for lots of hikes.  He also taught me how to play fetch with a frisbee and that became my new favourite thing.  We thought this was our new home but after a few months our Dad took Tia and I for a ride.  This was strange because before it had always all five of us when we went out.  We drove a long way away and we met a man and lady and they took us for a walk on leashes.  They seemed nice but it was strange as this had never happened before.  Then we got into a truck with the man and lady.  We never saw this human Dad again.

     We travelled for a long way with this new man and woman and finally we came to a house.  This house was different, there were no other houses around it and there was some short grass around the house but then there was long grass everywhere else.  Tia and I thought this would be a neat place to explore.  This new man and woman showed us around, it was different than anywhere I had ever seen.  There was a wild smell here, not like all the other dog smells in the city.  Sometimes I would smell other animals but I didn’t know what they were, but I could tell some of them were big.

     Once again the days turned into weeks, months and years.  Tia and I were very happy here, we would go on long hikes for hours and we would never be on a leash.  There was so much to see and explore.  Tia liked to go off exploring but I liked to drop a stick for my Dad, he really liked throwing the stick so I would always bring it back to him.

     Sometimes in the winter we would still go for long hikes in the snow when our human Dad would put these big things on his feet.  Sometimes when the snow was deep Tia and I learned it was better to walk behind Dad because otherwise we would get stuck and it was much harder.  Sometimes Carol and Sherry would come and when that happened Sherry would bring her dog Gus.  I didn’t really care for Gus but I think he liked Tia, and that Tia liked him.  

     Our new Mom and Dad worked in the yard a lot, Tia and I would always go out and help.  We would also keep the other animals away to protect Mom and Dad.  Sometimes these big bouncy animals would come into the yard and eat Mom’s vegetable gardens. Tia and I would chase them out of the yard, I think Mom called them deer.  Sometimes Dad would take us out to that other building, we had beds there and Dad always gave us lots of treats.  He would make lots of noise in here, he would get mad at me when I took the sticks in here, they were square and rectangular sticks, I didn’t understand why the outside sticks were okay but the inside sticks weren’t.  

     Tia was very brave and was always looking for an adventure.  Sometimes Dad called her Dora The Explorer, I think that was because she would wander off.  There were two things Tia was very afraid of though.  One was when there was a bad storm the really bright flashes of light and the loud explosions.  The other thing was when the weather turned cool and suddenly there were lots of trucks and men around.  The men would carry these long sticks and sometimes in the distance we would hear loud bangs.  Tia would get very scared and run away, twice she ran away for two night times.  When she came home she would be very tired and not feel well.  I was always glad that she found her way home, I worried when she wasn’t home.

     Then suddenly it seemed like Dad got very old, very fast.  He didn’t take us for walks anymore.  He and Mom seemed sad, Dad could hardly walk at all.  Mom and Dad seemed sad, our friends who came to visit seemed sad and then one day we left our home, now Tia and I were sad too.  

     We moved to another home like before with the magic room.  A lot of our stuff from our old house was in our new home in the big building.  It was strange to be back in the city, so many dog smells everywhere, so much noise and now we always had to be on leashes, that was hard.  

     When we moved to the big building I could smell that Tia was different, it gave me a bad feeling.  I could tell she didn’t feel well before Mom and Dad could tell.  Mom and Dad took her to that building where there were lots of other dogs and some cats were.  I didn’t like it when Tia went into the room and I had to stay out.  I howled and talked about how this made me unhappy, then Dad and I had to wait outside.  

     Tia started to feel better but I could smell that whatever was wrong with her was still there.  We learned to adjust to living in the city, but we still missed our last home.  Then Tia started to get more sick, this made me sad, it also made Mom and Dad sad.  

     One day Mom, Dad, Tia and I went back to that building with all the animal smells.  Tia wasn’t feeling well and Mom and Dad were sad.  The man who is gentle was looking at Tia who was up on the table.  And then Tia went away, I mean she was still there, but she wasn’t.  I don’t know why but I knew was never going to see Tia again.  

     Tia was gone, Tia who had been with me since I was 8 weeks old.  I was sad, Mom and Dad were sad, and we were all too sad to try to cheer each other up.  

     I’m glad I still have Mom and Dad but I’m going to miss Tia.  She was my big sister and she was smart and brave.  Now I guess I have to be smart and brave.

[neverchecking]

Sweetpea is like the Ultimate Golden Retriever Energy, but I also feel like he's weirdly good at Emotional Intelligence and that's the thing that got him into Aaliyah's and then Sage's good books. (We gotta give him something.)

Since this is a yandere verse and Sage is the older version of Wild and Cal, they would probably be yanderes as well. But maybe not as intense? (I think that's the flavour I'm going for) as Sage because the moment Sweetpea realises where he's seen that look before, he's coming down on them like an avalanche.

Because the idea of them thinking Aaliyah didn't choose Sage or them trying to manipulate her genuinely makes him angry. Not a lot makes him angry, but people forcing a choice onto others is one of them. From before the moment he woke up in the Shrine, Tia hammered into his head that no matter what people or even Gods said, the decision to be The Hero was always his. It was always his choice to take up the sword, to save the champions and her, to protect Hyrule. She straight up told him if he felt like the Calamity or Ganon was too much, he could just leave. So Sweetpea is very big on Freedom of Choice. (She's trying to hammer the same thing into the other two but its a bit slower going due to habits and *Trauma*.)

So these little puppies turning into genuine threats to Aaliyah's safety and happiness? Yeah, no. Not happening. Wanna love her? Go right ahead. Want her attention? Fine by him. Want to protect her? Here's a sword. Think she's the most divine person to ever grace the land? You're delusional, that's Sidon and Yona, but each to their own.

Want to steal her away and strip her of her own choices and autonomy? Over your dead bodies.

He's pinned them in private and tearing into them, ripping apart every single excuse they can have that Sage isn't good enough for her. He tells them they have no idea what Sage and Aaliyah went through together, even he and Tia will never truly know. That it was never about deserving between them, only choices.

Sweetpea, who's not-so-sweet at this point, really hammers the point home by sarcastically apologising that he didn't recognise the two as being Flora and Fauna because only a version of Natura would dare to assume things are as they think they should be.

His parting shot is that the two should think about whether they respect Aaliyah enough to understand she made her choice of Sage freely and only if they respect that choice, then she might choose them too. And wouldn't that be better, to know she chose them even with her and Sage's history?

But if they don't? Well, Sweetpea was always the more efficient between him and Sage and a threat to Aaliyah, Sheikah Champion and Sage of Spirit, is a threat to Hyrule and it's Queen.

(He's going to need Tia snuggles afterwards. He won't tell anyone about the duo yet but goddesses he needs snuggles. Maybe even group snuggles. Sage can suck it up. He wants Snuggles.)

The relationship between Tia and Aaliyah and Sage is phenomenal. Tia was just like 'psst psst psst' at first and now she has two cats disguised as Hylians drifting in and out of her home all hours of the day.

Sage and Tia started bonding pretty early on, mostly due to Tia being very different to Natura and willing to go with Sage instead of trying to lead. The 'Dumpling' name came out late one night as they cooked together and Tia was tired. Previously, she'd been trying to respect the space Sage clearly wanted but she slipped. Sage didn't say anything so she let her guard down even further which made Sage drop his guard and it just spiralled from there. (Sweetpea and Tia are Siblings with a hint of 'That's my Mom/Woman that raised me' cause Tia did basically reraise Sweetpea through his amnesia so They are Family which also makes his Red Alert system even funnier cause 'That's his mom you heathens!' 'Don't call me mom. It makes me feel old.' 'But you are old though.')

Tia was really anxious to meet Aaliyah because she really really really wanted Aaliyah to like her. Sage couldn't stop waxing lyrical about her once he got comfortable enough to do so and Sweetpea kept bragging about all the stuff they did together and how cool she is but don't tell her I said that. But then they finally properly meet and it's like "Hi We're the Brain Cells of this operation."

It doesn't take all that long for Tia to scoop Aaliyah under her wing as well because she sees and hears all the shit Aaliyah went through and is just 'We're not doing that again. Mine now.' It starts with a single invitation to tea (because you can't really go wrong with tea) and then spirals into weekly gossip sessions disguised as Important Political Conversations and occasionally Tia trimming Aaliyah's hair for her.

Tia is also big on casual displays of affection so she's dishing out forehead kisses, hand squeezes, linking arms, side hugs and head pats like they're going out of style. Once they get used to it, Sage and Aaliyah are competing with Sweetpea over who gets the first hug. Or just hugging her randomly to annoy her 'Suitors'.

(Eventually, First, Warriors and Twilight tag team with each other to get some sundelions to her. This is a Team Effort now. They wait until Sweetpea is away with his Zora, distract Sage and Aaliyah while one of them quietly passes the bouquet to her. All three of them get shy cheek kisses and her guard dogs are so pissed.

Sweetpea really wishes he'd never accidentally mentioned that of all the Heroes Tia had 'visions' of, the Hero of Twilight was her favourite closely followed by the Hero of Warriors. He has so many regrets :) and those two have been insufferably smug ever since.)

(I feel like Sweetpea is the only one who definitely knows about the whole reincarnation thing. Tia wanted to explain it to Sage and Aaliyah once they were assured the merged Hyrules were permanent but they both saw how visibly uncomfortable it made her. They do at least know her 'Visions' aren't exactly the whole story.)

He seems like the most emotional intelligent out of all of them. Like his own emotions? He has no clue. But Sage has this miniscule twitch in left brow and his right ear flickered? He's gonna commit manslaughter. He's pinpointing every single one of these things. Like you said, it probably is what gets him into their good books because he's explaining that while yes, he does understand that person deserves to be drowned, they can't. And the two are just shocked he could pick that much up when they were certain they remained neutral faced.

They haven't had the same devastation of the upheaval that positively broke poor Sage, so you're right that they wouldn't be as intense. They're a little more mellow, less quick to latch on. The worst is when Sweetpea figures it out and is just D:< That can't happen! He won't let his SIL Leave are you CRAZY?!

Because you're right. Aaliyah did choose Sage. She chose him every time. Pre-Calamity when circumstance forced her to choose between preforming her duty to her people or ensuring his safety, she chose him. After her revival when she could've chose to live blissfully unaware or join him and put herself right back into the fire of it all, she chose him. After the upheaval when she fought several realities to get back, she chose him. And she'll continue to choose him. Over and over and over again. While it's probably unhealthy, it works for them and Sweetpea is going to preserve that to the best of his ability.

It's funny because Aaliyah isn't scary to Sweetpea. Everyone else has a healthy fear of her, but Sweetpea has no shits given. He's willing to do everything to protect her despite the fact she's the one wiping the blood off her face after a fight. Sure, they can wrongly think she's a piece of pure divinity blessing Hyrule, but the second they try taking the piece from his brother is the second he's proving why he's strong enough to roll with those two.

If Sage doesn't get to them first, you bet that he's a little thankful (In his own constipated way) that Sweetpea is willing to go to bat for him and Aaliyah. What they have been through has made their connection so unbreakable, at this point he's convinced they're actual soulmates. Not even Tia or Sweetpea will probably ever know what the true extent of the devastation they went through did to them, but they trust that they are only products of their environment.

Him comparing them to Flora and Fauna probably makes them so angry because how dare he, but it does get them thinking. They don't ever want to cage Aaliyah because A) It would destroy her and B) she would find a way out and then, not only despise them, but make them wish they hadn't met her at all.

Sweetpea probably inspires that idea that should they want any chance with the Sheikah, they'll have to get close to Sage. Hence starts a new plan where they are now working on getting into Sage's good graces, because if he trusts them enough they can get closer to her.

He probably comes stomping back to camp, straight up fuming, throwing shit, reminding everyone that yes, him and Sage are closer in spirit then people think. Even Sage is raising a brow. Sweetpea was supposed to be the nicer of the two? He doesn't even complain when Sweetpea, mid-rant, grabs him by the back of his shirt and all but throws him into their combined bedrolls all put into a pile. He's only watching as Aaliyah is picked up and dropped onto his lap and Sweetpea is turning to Tia. When he returns with Said woman, going into a silent grumble as he moves them around to suit his every whim, they just sit there like O-O wat-

Tia with these two shadows following her like vengeful deities only to calm them with a gentle head scratch rfnofnf Them just coming and going whenever they please is so funny. Like the door opens, "Hi Sage." Incomprehensible grunt. Clanging around "Hyrule herb is to the left." Another grunt. Then a cabinet shutting. "Bye Sage. Tell Aaliyah I said hello. Love you both." A third grunt, a soft "...love you too." and then he's gone. AND THATS JUST NORMAL

I love their bond sm <33 It warms my soul. Especially because Sweetpea's relationship with Tia is more motherly I can only imagine that extending to Sage. At first he's skeptical but beneath all that trauma he's still just a soft boi who's scared of getting hurt again. Which makes it even funnier when her suitors are talking about it and the two are just disgusted because EW?! That's Tia? (They just can't see Tia being romantic in any sense.) It's like watching your school principal flirt with your mom.

Okay that's funny you bring it up because for all Aaliyah plays, she's such an anxious person. So while Tia is freaking out, so is she. Sweetpea spoke so highly of this woman and Aaliyah was two bits short of being absolute insane. So she wants to prove herself to this being who Sweetpea just sings of. She at least knows a version of Sidon and Yona, but not a Tia. Which is probably where Tia is. She knows a version of Sage, has met a few Sheikah, but never an Aaliyah. And when she gets past his barriers and hears him just talk about all the soft things written in books?

When they meet it's probably a little tense because they wanna impress the other so much but if only takes a little while before they're breaking and explaining that they just want to impress the other. And then they soon realize that they are, in fact, the brain cells.

OMG Them having weekly gossip sessions is now so important to me. Especially the hair bit. they're talking about who's sleeping with who, who's Sarah's actual baby daddy, did you hear what happened to Trixie's son? Beatrice caught Tommy and Lucas in the barn. All the juicy details. The one time the boys joined they were left O^O Because wha- they didn't know Hyrule was this deep?!

Tia slowly turning Physical touch into the others love language is so funny to me because it works. With the puppets, they could never touch them. Just see them. so when Tia is jumping all over them and brushing their bangs back to kiss their forehead, holding hands as they walk, it's such a nice reassurance. Even if it does in fact turn into a competition. there's a scoreboard. And they abuse they're privileges for bragging rights as well.

(THEM TURNING THIS INTO A TEAM EFFORT IS SO FUNNY TO ME- The guard dogs are trying to blame each other only to fall short as Tia looks so happy. And while they love seeing her happy, they hate seeing the possibility of her being taken away.

The other two are >:( When Sweetpea admits he told Twilight he was one of her favorites because WHY WOULD YOU TELL THEM THAT?! Wars smug face especially pisses him off.)

(Aaliyah and Sage are probably the best for understanding that talking about trauma is hard. So they easily let Tia take it at her pace just as she lets them. It'll come when it comes. They aren't in any rush and Tia shouldn't be either <3)

[bagog]

Tia-zed, All-Mother

For days now, the ritual had sat ready on his coffee table. The cards of the tarot--or something like a tarot, Kelly didn't care--arranged just the way he'd read about. And facing up, the image of a woman with glowing eyes and many arms: Tia-zed, the eternal mother.

He'd been ready three days ago when he first started laying out the ritual, but he told himself he would wait--just one more day--and see if his mother called him. He waited several days. Perhaps it would be more a shock if his mom did call than if the ritual actually worked. Kelly had spent his childhood in scrutinized silence and intense dependency. Ruth was the kind of woman who would pull her children into a burning building just so she wouldn't have to burn alone. When he was 19, he had told her as much. She had cried, as loud as Kelly had ever heard her scream.

After that, the conversations got rarer. Kelly became hostile each time Ruth reached to pull him into her fires, coax him in, guilt him in. Then the sporadic hostilities became a thick silence. Impersonal birthday cards still came, then they stopped.

"I invoke Tia-zed, mother of mothers, queen of the sky and of waters beneath the earth. Giver of all life, guide to the lost, hear the cry of one who truly needs you. Attend to your servant of clay, fill me with wind and cloud and with hidden waters. I beg you appear, Tia-zed."

For a moment, nothing happened, then the air shook. One by one, the other cards of the tarot flipped: each now black. And, as if she were stepping out of a ray of sunlight, Tia-zed appeared. Kelly had to crane his neck up to meet her eyes, and she seemed too tall for the room, as if reality bent where she stood to accommodate her in the small apartment. She had many arms, some of which were folded across her chest, others held akimbo, some reaching out. Her skin was dark, and gray wove through her black hair like veins of raw silver. Though her eyes were a pure white, Kelly could still feel the weight of her stare.

"I have come, mortal. It is a long time since I have been invoked, and never in this tongue." Her voice shook the room not with a violent force, but shuddering as child who is sinking into his mother's arms. "Speak your need, my child." Kelly attempted to stutter through the words he had prepared, but when he looked down to his notebook to review his carefully planned phrasing, it was as if the words were in another language. "You have heard when dealing with immortals you must speak precisely," Tia-zed's tone was level. "But I am not like my siblings. When you summon The Mother, you speak your true need."

"Mother," Kelly swallowed hard. "I--I don't know what it is I need. I called you here because... m-my own mom--mother--wasn't..." Each word was like pulling a weed. Finally he blurted out, "She wasn't a good mother. She... when I was five... But, my whole life she's... and even now..." He felt tears welling in his eyes, the weeds of an afflicted life too difficult now to pull in the face of this immortal. "I just want to know what it's like to have a good mother."

Tia-zed's arms moved: some that were crossed were now outreaching, some that were outreaching now akimbo.

"Child," she began, voice like the thunder of a swelling river. "I see all of your life with your mother, but I cannot help you. I am the god of mothers. Mothers pray to me, they seek my blessing, they look to my example. I am not sought by the motherless."

"I'm not looking for a new mother, I just--"

"Are you not?"

"...no. Maybe. I... I just want you to take away the memories. Or replace them with good ones, or something."

"The very memory of your mother vexes you, and yet even now you have been waiting on her call. Why?"

Kelly swallowed, glassy eyes burning. "Cuz... she can't... she can't just get away with it! Treat me... treat me like that my whole life and then when I stand up to her, just disappear..."

"So you wish you had no pull to her, no memories. You wish you did not have the pain she caused you any longer. And that there was no longer an avenue for more of that hurt"

"Yes."

Tia-zed folded her many hands, she seemed to grow smaller, though her figure still dwarfed the small room. "It is your mother who should be praying to me to forgive her and to heal the damage she has caused." She leaned forward and took Kelly's face between two palms, placed another hand on his head, and tilted his chin up with a fourth. "But the power I have to do that work comes from those like you, child."

"Wh-what?"

"Mother's call to me, my power does not rest in their faith. It rests in their failures, in the pain they have caused their children. Your memories of her abuse ensure I can begin healing the rift between another mother and her son."

"But what about me?" Kelly's voice quivered, tears running down his cheeks. "Can you do anything?"

"I will not part with a single ember of my power, child. I am the All-mother." Her eyes were bright and cold, and her skin was cool as marble against Kelly's face. "This gift I will grant you: take this tarot to your mother, and if ever she prays to me on your behalf, I will appear to her as I appear to you."

As she spoke, her voice began to echo, the light in her eyes increasing until Kelly could not see her silver-shot hair. Arms disappeared in the halo of light, and the shiver, bright form of Tia-zed grew huge before suddenly the room was empty except for Kelly.

The tarot cards were singed, and beside them on the table, Kelly's phone lit up with a new text message.

"Thought of you today. Karen asked me at church how you were doing. I broke down crying. I was so embarrassed. I just couldn't tell her how cruel you've become. I decided I am tired of bearing the weight of your cruelty, your selfishness, and your ungrateful spirit. I will always be your mother, and you will not treat me this way."

The text was much longer, but Kelly let his phone go dark.

[boldaciousbeing-blog]

Writing Prompt 529:

Your task was simple: Kill the target and take care of the kid too.

It’s been ten years since then, and you’ve just realised you may have misunderstood ‘take care of the kid too.’

Story inspired by @writing-prompt-s

Destiny

Three….. Two …One…

Boom!!!!

The bomb went off in a lavish suburb in Calabasas, CA. Followed by the sounds of crackling fire and thick smoke that no one would ever see through. Sirens of the fire brigade could be heard in the far distance, making their way to the scene. Unfortunately, it would have been a waste of a trip. There was no way of saving the house and too late to save the family inside.

Neighbours were staring in shock and some of them were trying to put the fire out with hose pipes but to no avail.

Watching the scene from afar was Gina. A well known assassin who was good at making sure she gets the job done. She was busy smoking her cigarette before making a call. She leaned against her car and slid her phone out of her pocket and hit the dial button.

"Is it done?" the person asked her, getting straight to the point.

"It's done, just like you ordered," Gina said while walking towards her car door.

"Hehehe," a smirk laugh came from the other end, "Finally, my enemy is out of my way. Good job Gina, check your bank account," they commanded.

Gina looked at her messages, without dropping the call.

Invest Bank: Payment +R20 000 000.00 into SAVINGS ACCOUNT; Ref Unknown.

Gina smirked and said, "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Likewise, now do what you do best, disappear," the unknown voice instructed before ending the call.

Gina took a deep sigh and walked towards her car. She got into her driver's seat and then turned her attention to the little girl sleeping in the back seat. She was around ten years old, with beautiful blond hair and rosy cheeks.

"Sorry little one, it's nothing personal, just business," Gina mutted.

She put her head in her hands trying to figure out how the hell is she going to take care of a ten year old when she wass battling to sort herself out.

"Shit!!!"

Ten years later

Gina was in her kitchen making herself a cup of coffee. She was still trying to understand last night's announcement made by her daughter and her boyfriend, who is now her fiance. She was very happy for Tia and would love to see her get married to the man of her dreams. The problem is, the man of her dreams is the son of Isabella Montez aka Bella. The same woman who hired her to kill Tia's family and have her take care of her.

"Thankfully, she did not recognise her last night at dinner," she thought to herself.

Gina had concluded that Bella had not recognised Tia seeing as she embraced her with lots of love and admiration last night. She did not notice that Tia looked exactly like her biological mother. Gina sighed and picked up her cell and dialled her daughter's soon to be mom-in-law's number. The phone rang for 10 seconds until she picked up.

"Montez speaking," her voice bellowed on the other side.

"It's me, Gina. We need to talk before my daughter marries your son," she said.

There was silence on the other end for over 15 seconds, until a big sigh was heard.

"Ok, where do you want to meet," she asked.

"In my office, at La Rouge restaurant at 10:00am," Gina commanded.

"Alright, I'll see you then," Bella said in response and dropped the call.

Gina took a deep breath and sat down at the kitchen table. Her reason for meeting Bella was to ensure her daughter's safety, considering that Bella is a ruthless kingpin in the underworld.

Gina was so stuck in her thoughts that she didn't hear Tia walk into the kitchen. Tia noticed her mom was deep in thought and looking out of the window. She kissed her mom on the cheek and embraced her from behind.

"Good morning mom," she said with a smile, "l hope I'm not the one causing you to be zoned out."

Gina laughed and patted her daughter's arm that was still wrapped around her.

"Well my daughter is about to get married, so I have to put a plan in motion for the wedding," she responded with a giggle.

Tia sat across from her mom and squeezed her hand. She knew that this would be tough on her since she raised her like her own.

"I know it's unexpected and tough for you. But mom, I will never abandon you, ever. If it weren't for you taking me in after the death of my parents, I don't know where I would have ended up," she said, squeezing her mother's hand.

Gina smiled filled with tears and held onto her hand.

"I love you my angel and I hope you know that everything I do, is for your benefit as well as your brother's," she said with a teary smile.

"I know mom," Tia responded and wiping a tear away,"By the way have you told Zach about the engagement," she asked.

Zach was Gina's teenage son, who she had given birth to two years after she took in Tia. Zach was currently in boarding school and arriving at the end of the semester.

"Nope, I thought it would be best if you told him yourself. I do feel sorry for Miguel though," Gina teased.

"What do you mean?" Tia asked.

"Oh sweetheart, we both know he is gonna challenge Miguel to a duel considering he wants to marry his only sister. Remember how he scared three of your former boyfriends back in school. All of them weren't good enough for his Titi," Gina said with a giggled.

"Oh goodness, he better not even try it. I'm not losing Miguel because of him," she said sternly.

Gina could not stop laughing as her daughter turned tomato red when Zach and his pranks were mentioned. She knew that the road to the wedding was going to be a rollercoaster ride. Both her and her daughter continued to chat, catching up on old times over a cup of coffee.

Gina looked at the time and realised it was time for her to go to the restaurant and meet Bella. She excused herself and made her leave.

Later that morning:

A strong knock came from Gina's office door, a loud one too. Gina knew who it was and wasn't sure how this was going to go down.

"Come in!" she bellowed.

The door slowly opened and in came Bella followed by two of her henchmen. It was no surprise to Gina knowing full well the type of woman Bella is. However, Gina had her henchmen right beside her as she couldn't take any chances.

"Well, well, well. So this is what you did with my money. I thought you would have blown it all up within thee years," she said with a smirk.

Gina rolled her eyes at the insult and said, "I may be an assassin, but I'm not stupid. Just like you I'm very business minded. Take a seat please we have an important matter to discuss"

Bella gave her an annoyed look and sat across from her desk.

"If you recall ten years ago, you had hired me to get rid of Sonja Martinez," Gina said, trying to remind her.

Bella was silent and then said," Sonja, my biggest enemy. Yes I do recall. You did a great job in fact. Not many would kill a target as well as their husband and child."

Gina shifted in her seat and moved closer to Bella.

"What do you mean," Gina asked, full of confusion.

"Oh come on now Gina, the task was simple. Kill the target and take care of the kid too. That meant killing her and her entire family. What do you think I mean?" she asked, raising her voice.

Gina sat back on her chair and covered her face with her hand. "Oh shit," she thought to herself, "Tia was supposed to have died in that explosion."

"Gina! What's going on? Please tell me the child died too," Bella asked.

Gina sighed and said, "No, I never killed the girl. Instead I took her in and raised her as my own. Assuming that is what was meant when you gave me the task."

Bella's eyes went wide like a saucer, and she started to go blood red. She stood up and leaned forward towards Gina, looking at her with bloodshot rer eyes. Gina looked right back at her not feeling intimidated at all.

"You're telling me that my enemy's child still lives and is about to marry my son. The girl that I accepted and embraced is Sonja's spawn," she said, raising her voice.

"I understand your upset, but watch your mouth when you speak about my daughter. Sure she looks like Sonja but she is nothing like her. I don't see the problem here."

"The problem here is that I have to see my son marry the daughter of a woman I once despised. I have to accept her into my family and any grandkids she gives me are going to have the blood of my enemy in their veins," Bella said with disgust.

"Like I said Bella, Tia is not a threat to you, provided she does not find out the truth," Gina said, trying to reassure her.

"No! This marriage cannot happen. There is no way I'm going to allow my son to marry that girl," Bella said making her way towards the door.

"Bella, please reconsider. Can't you see that our kids are meant to be," Gina pleaded before she left.

"There would be nothing to reconsider if you had done your job properly in the first place," Bella said before leaving.

Gina sat down and hoped by some luck, Bella won't do anything stupid that would hurt her daughter.

That evening:

Gina had joined Bella, Miguel and Tia for supper. This was a way for them to bond and get to know each other. Gina was a ball of nerves the whole evening as she was not sure what Bella was thinking. She was quiet most of the time while the rest of them chatted and laughed. This worried Gina as she knew Bella can try one of he stunts at any time.

"I would like to make a toast," Bella said unexpectedly.

"Oh no," Gina thought to herself and quickly took her daughter's hand into hers. She was preparing herself for whatever was coming.

"Tia, at first I wasn't sure if you were the right woman for my son but of course you proved me wrong. I've never seen Miguel this happy in all the years I've known him. He seemingly lights up everytime he talks about you and you seem to have rubbed off on him because this boy was mischievous. So welcome to the family my dear. To Miguel and Tia," she said, raising her glass.

Everyone joined her in raising their glasses too. Gina let out a sigh of relief, she was sure Bella was going to mess things up for her daughter.

"Would like a dance, mi amore," Miguel asked.

"Of course," Tia responded with a smile.

Gina and Bella were left sitting on the table watching the beautiful couple dance.

"You were right, they are definitely destined to be together. Who am I to stand in the way of their happiness," Bella said, looking at Gina.

"I'm so glad you see it that way too," Gina said, full of relief.

"Sonja and I were good friends back when we were younger and I know she would have been proud of who her daughter is today. I'm glad you didn't kill her as instructed," Bella concluded.

"Bygones?" Gina asked, extending her hand to Bella.

Bella looked at her hand before shaking it.

"Bygones."

Both women smiled at each other and continued to watch their children dancing and laughing at whatever it is they were talking about.

Gina was proud of her daughter and proud of the woman she had become. All she wanted was for her to be happy, and she would kill to keep her little girl full of happiness.

The End

[silvercrystalwhump]

A Surprise Call

Vincent belongs to @ashintheairlikesnow

No TWs today, except maybe that Vince is very tired, and the nieces took his number from Dmitri's phone

-

Vince flops back onto the small couch that sits along the wall of his trailer. His arms rest on his thighs as he rubs his temples, shooing away a persistent headache. Exhaling, he sinks into the cushion. For once, his work phone is empty of messages. Tamara didn’t have something for him to answer, to plan, or to pray is ignored. 

Surprising, since everyone and their mother was asking him about Helaena. Pretending to be a newly famous actress’ boyfriend always came with a downpour of questions, too many impossibly personal. Apparently, this is her first time paparazzi saw something damning enough to shove onto front pages and media boards. One photo.

Vince blinks, the image of the photo refuses to come to mind. He opens his notes and types a sloopy reminder to refresh his memory. Since, it was a matter of time before someone asked about it and carve into his answer with the finest of toothed combs.

Vince feels his phone ring on the small coffee table next to him, his personal phone. The sound reverberates across the room, echoing through his small corner of this set. He exhales again and, reaching over, picks up the phone and answers.

“Hello?”

A small voice chirps up through the phone. , “Who are you?” A layer of friendly demand coats her question.

“You… called me,” Vince pauses as he pulls the phone away from his ear and stares at the number. It’s not one saved in his phone. Hesitantly, he continues, “I should be asking you that.”

Distantly, another slightly sharper voice hisses, “Tia, you can’t just ask him that!”

“Then what do I ask?”

Vince slowly pulls the phone away from his face again and actually reads the digits, the area code was the same as Dmitri’s. Rarely, did he ever receive automated or random calls with that area code at all.

“You know our Uncle,” the sharper voice becomes much clearer, probably getting closer to the microphone. Her voice is firm, the demand actually sticking to her words like syrup. “You’re in his phone under Sweetheart.”

That’s why it’s Dmitri’s area code. The two young voices have names very quickly. Vince sits back and rubs his forehead.

“I- You’re Tiana and Roxana aren’t you.”

“How’d you know,” The younger one chirps up again, her voice almost happier as her voice comes closer to the phone, “Does Uncle D talk about us?!”

Vince leans over and grabs his work phone, opening up Dmitri’s number on it, “He does, he cares about you two.” 

“So you know about us but why don’t we know about you?” the sharper voice asks with bravado, “Who are you? Are you his boyfriend?”

Vince opens Dmitri’s number on his work phone and texts him, You’re nieces took my number from your phone.

“I do know Dmitri,” Vince answers after a brief pause, “We are close.”

“How close?” the chipper voice asks, “I’m Tiana, but everybody just calls me Tia.”

Are you serious, Vince’s phone buzzes, Hold on, I’m sorry that they’re harassing you.

Vince texts back, It’s fine.

“Why do neither of you talk about each other?” Tia asks, clearly getting impossibly close to the phone. Her breath sounds like static as she speaks, “Like Mom only knows that Uncle D has a boyfriend, she doesn’t even know who you are and they tell each other everything.”

“Well,” Vince mutters, as an old sense of guilt presses into his chest, “We have parts of our lives together and parts that are separate. Some overlap, some don’t.”

The other woman pipes up, “Isn’t that not a good relationship, especially if you’ve been dating, you’ve been in his phone for at least six months as Sweetheart.” 

“That was Roxy by the way.”

“Shush!”

Vince pauses, running his hand over his pants nervously, and the slightest pang of guilt pokes him harder. He rests his elbows on his knees and lets his eyes close.

An assistant knocks and pokes their head into the doorway of Vince’s trailer. Vince nearly jumps out of his seat to look at them. “Vince, the director is asking for you.”

“I’ll be out in a moment,” he replies as he pulls the phone away and shows them the call. They give him a quick nod before disappearing out the door.

Vince returns to the phone and opens his mouth to speak when he hears Dmitri’s voice faintly through the phone. “You two seriously took his number from my phone. I told you two that he’s private. That is not an invitation to make his number from my phone and call him!”

“How did you-!” Roxy nearly squeaks and her voice abruptly drops off. The phone gets dropped, a clunk echoing through the speaker. 

Dmitri, picking up the phone, breathes, “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize that they went through my contacts earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Vince says as he stands, letting Dmitri’s voice settle some of his nerves, “I have to go, I’ll see you later tonight?”

“Yeah, love you,” Dmitri says with a tired sigh, “I’ll keep them off your case.”

“Love you too,” He hangs up. Tossing his phone back onto the table, Vince allows himself one final, oxygen-depriving sigh before he dashes out of the trailer, ignoring the last buzz.

[organic-guacamole]

episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

[zalrb]

random question but, what do u think the pros and cons of the pirates of the caribbean series are ? how would u rank the five of them? my personal faves are the first three, the other two are okay tho

I don’t discuss the other two, lmao, it’s just the first three and that’s it. Technically speaking, the first PotC is the best -- it’s the tightest one --- then the second, then the third. In terms of which ones I enjoy the most it’s the opposite: the third, the second then the first.

The biggest flaw I would say is the racism. I remember writing an article in my school newspaper about the racist portrayal of the Taino people in Dead Man’s Chest --- it was actually an article on Disney movies in general being racist and it got so many people so angry at me, lmfao --- so if I watch Dead Man’s Chest I forward that entire part because it’s awful

and it’s even in other things like when they’re caught in the nets, the group of men who choose to continue climbing and fall to their death are mostly men of colour.

The next thing is that the movies can be overly long and it’s because they have such beautiful shots matched with aesthetically cool action sequences so a lot of time is spent indulging in that, which makes sense but it can get tiresome after a while, it can only hold my attention for so long

Another thing is that as the movies progressed, the more convoluted the mythology became and who was betraying who for what reasons started getting muddled, I saw each of the three on opening weekend with my mom and I remember her in the middle of At World’s End just being like

But I like that they’re imperfect, at times, messy movies, when you want a swashbuckling adventure, this is the kind of thing you want, they’re fun movies

with a fantastic score and I love the mythology, Davy Jones and everything surrounding him is just great to me

Calypso being bound as Tia Dalma

the curse in the Black Pearl although my friend and I got into a debate about that because her whole thing was that they’re hungry, horny, tired but nothing will give them relief so they’re cursed to live that way until the gold is returned and my thing was that Barbossa says that the more gold they spent, the more they began to realize that they couldn’t be satiated, yes, but then he says “I feel nothing” and goes on to say that he can’t feel wind or the warmth of a woman and when he’s shot he says

which indicates that the crew hasn’t been able to feel anything at all, including pain. Anyway.

Just the idea of Shipwreck Cove

I also think the movies were genuinely funny most of the time

I like the panoramic shots, the beautiful scenery, the water, I find it very soothing. LOTR is what I watch when I need to be comforted but PoTC is what I watch when I need to sleep

and of course, the love story between Elizabeth and Will

(and I have to say I briefly read a meta that said that Will only loved the idea of Elizabeth, which I mean, if that were true then he wouldn’t love her throughout the movies??? What’s actually quite beautiful about Will and Elizabeth as at the beginning of the movie they’re both acting on propriety and under these rules and regulations of their society and they both venture out into the world and discover who they are in the process, their arcs are on the same trajectory)

but also the love story between Will and Jack and Jack and Elizabeth and the developments they inspire in each other.

Like, Jack helps Will come to terms with his parentage and history

and therefore who he is

and Will, in turn, saves Jack from the gallows.

Elizabeth has faith in Jack, tells him he’s a good man, helps him see the morality of situations

and Jack does prove her right in Dead Man’s Chest by coming back to help the crew but I think the most significant way he proves her right is by going against a desire he wanted for all of At World’s End so he can do right by Will (and it actually goes further than his desire throughout At World’s End but to a fundamental passion like he sold his soul to Davy Jones to get the Pearl, that’s how much he loves the sea)

and then you had Jack speaking to Elizabeth’s desire for freedom

and encourages her obtainment of that freedom, of that agency, of that power

which ultimately leads back to her choosing to love and be with Will

[dulce-chisme]

Tw: periods, period pain

Vanessa had been very emotional over the past few days. The run down of her days were horrible. Monday she was in excruciating pain and laid on Daniela’s couch in a fetal position crying all day, and missed school. Tuesday wasn’t much better. She was livid at anything and everything that existed. How she was even mad at Usnavi was beyond anybody. Wednesday, she was crying and screaming curled in a ball on the ground. Thursday she was throwing up. Friday was just straight numbness. And then Saturday. Oh how she hated saturday. Let’s rewind.

Daniela and Carla had their suspicions the whole week. First they assumed she just didn’t want to go to school and was being the drama queen she is. Tuesday they just thought she was having a rough day. Then Wednesday they started actually thinking. She had terrible stomach cramps, was feeling every bad emotion physically possible, and was just feeling horrible.

“I think she might be getting her period soon…” Daniela mumbled to Carla one day.

“I do too.” Carla sighed. “That ought to be fun.” Daniela

“All we can do is be there for her and be the moms she needs.” She told Carla. Carla nodded.

When she started throwing up nonstop, Carla was reminded of her own periods when she was a teen, and how Nina would constantly throw up in her first few months. She didn’t want to mention anything to Vanessa, so she just sat in the bathroom holding her hair back. Friday they just watched through a crack in her bedroom door as she blared music in her earbuds. They had to keep reminded her to keep her hot pink converse off her bed, and she would move her feet, only to put them back up when she assumed they weren’t looking.

Then there was Saturday.

Oh how Saturday was hell.

Vanessa was just doing her thing in the salon, sweeping hair. She went to the bathroom for a minute, excepting nothing. She looked down and all she saw was red. Just red. She ran out so Daniela, and peeked her head out from the back room.

“Aunt Dani.” She called.

“Que paso, bebé?” Daniela turned around. Vanessa gestured for Daniela to come to her with her finger. Daniela walked back, her hips swaying and her heels clicking. “What up, V?”

“I think I started my period.” She whispered.

“Louder, mija.” Daniela ordered.

“I think I started my period.” Vanessa said, a little louder. Daniela gasped, before smiling sweetly. She pulled the fifteen year old (and a half if you ask Carla) to her chest and hugged her.

“My big girl. My bad, my little woman.” She hugged Vanessa right to her chest.

“Aunt daniiii.” Vanessa groaned. “What do I do now?”

“I’ll go run over to the bodega and get you a box of pads and some Advil and chocolate.” Daniela pulled away. Tears started running from Vanessa’s eyes. “Don’t cry baby girl. It’s ok. You’re a little woman now, that’s a good thing!” She walked away and pointed to the back room for Carla to go back. “She started.”

“Aw!” Carla ran back to go see Vanessa as Daniela walked across the street. She stepped in the bodega and smiled at Usnavi.

“Afternoon, Daniela. What can I get for you today?” He asked.

“I’m gonna need a box of maxi pads and some pain killers.” Daniela replied, looking at the shelves. Realization struck Usnavi. He got to experience ever teenage girl in the barrio’s first period. Parents running in for pads and Advil, crying little girls next to them.

“Did Vanessa finally…” he trailed off.

“Yup.” Daniela sighed. “Today is going to be long day.”

“Shit.” Usnavi swore. “All we have is tampons. I can’t imagine that being comfortable for her.”

“Fuckin damn.” Daniela let out a sharp exhale through her nose. “Sorry kid.”

“Daniela I’m 20, if I can swear you can too.” He laughed. Daniela grabbed a box of tampons hesitantly, along with some Advil.

“You aren’t paying for that.” Usnavi told. “It’s bad enough that she has to shove a stick of cotton up her, yeah. I’m not making you pay.” Daniela smiled.

“You are a life saver, Usnavi de la Vega.” She walked out and saw that Carla had flipped the ‘closed’ sign. She stepped into the salon and was greeted by a sobbing Vanessa curled up in carla’s lap in the front desk chair. Daniela crouched onto the ground by the chair and rubbed Vanessa’s back.

“I got you some stuff.” She cooed. “They didn’t have any pads so I had to get you tampons instead, but I’ll give you some Advil before you put it in.”

“Come on V.” Carla said. “Let’s go get you situated.” Vanessa reluctantly got up and the three girls went to the bathroom.

“Okay,” Daniela removed one from the box. “You take it like this, and you just push on the applicator until you feel comfortable with it.” She handed another to Vanessa. “We’ll go wait outside. Call if you need us.” The two stepped outside the bathroom and Vanessa yelled not to long after.

“How do I know if it’s in or not?” She asked through the door.

“Can you only see the string?” Carla asked her.

“Yeah!”

“It’s in.” Daniela said. “Come on out.” Vanessa stepped out and immediately clung to carla.

“It hurts tia…” she cried.

“I know princesa.” Carla whispered. “You’ll get used to it.” A knock on the glass was heard and Daniela went to go see who it was. Usnavi stood there, hands in pocket.

“How’s she holding up?” He asked. Daniela sighed.

“She’s crying in carla’s lap right now.” She laughed and shook her head.

“And I thought she would be the one to be chill about it.” Usnavi laughed with her. “If you need anything, let me know. And if she needs someone to talk to, make sure she knows my arms are wide open.”

“I will. Thank you, Usnavi.” He smiled and walked back to the bodega.

Moral of the story, Vanessa is permanently afraid of tampons and even when she started dating Usnavi, she refused to wear anything but a pad.